Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.